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no reason to be here. not feeling. not thinking. have nothing to say. even to myself.
some ways of interactions i have been pondering over now, however rude they may come out to be in the finality; the collapse of everything. they still mean nothing => the people, the test subjects. and i include me. it could be interesting, nothing goes down from here. and i it does it sure will be thrilling to be in new landscapes.
to seperate conversations from your self-image, the physical and mental. to follow no train of thought. randomness. the only way to be true to yourself when all your mind has already been deconstructed is to not think. is to do that which is not expected of you. to become a test subject. for your own experiments in life.
but what i hope to retain is a certain section of me to keep rooted in the consumer-culture. to want what they want me to need. to consume, infinitely. and involve myself in it. i dont see why, but i hope.
crossing the limits of useless key presses, with no meaning or sense i continue here, aware consiously and in some hidden layer of my mind expecting something, or structuring these random words and phrases to reach out. to explain my position. to want more. or not to want. to comprehend more. to fall out of control. to not be banal. to change the world. do something new. belive that i am special. all the time knowing that i am the common, the lower average. the lamb to the slaughter. the emerging market. Winter Time plays, i've been told its excruciatingly optimistic. its strange how certain voices press deep into the synaptic structures of me. and most slip of the surface. of want which cannot be reached. not even instantiated.
and since i touch upon all the topics my brain can extend to i should add that i wonder wheather i am sinking into useless words and contructs, unstructured mental patterns, zero comprehensability. or is it just a bridge to better thought. i wish i was able to talk coherent, structured and meaningful
and for no particular reason
i stop here
some ways of interactions i have been pondering over now, however rude they may come out to be in the finality; the collapse of everything. they still mean nothing => the people, the test subjects. and i include me. it could be interesting, nothing goes down from here. and i it does it sure will be thrilling to be in new landscapes.
to seperate conversations from your self-image, the physical and mental. to follow no train of thought. randomness. the only way to be true to yourself when all your mind has already been deconstructed is to not think. is to do that which is not expected of you. to become a test subject. for your own experiments in life.
but what i hope to retain is a certain section of me to keep rooted in the consumer-culture. to want what they want me to need. to consume, infinitely. and involve myself in it. i dont see why, but i hope.
crossing the limits of useless key presses, with no meaning or sense i continue here, aware consiously and in some hidden layer of my mind expecting something, or structuring these random words and phrases to reach out. to explain my position. to want more. or not to want. to comprehend more. to fall out of control. to not be banal. to change the world. do something new. belive that i am special. all the time knowing that i am the common, the lower average. the lamb to the slaughter. the emerging market. Winter Time plays, i've been told its excruciatingly optimistic. its strange how certain voices press deep into the synaptic structures of me. and most slip of the surface. of want which cannot be reached. not even instantiated.
and since i touch upon all the topics my brain can extend to i should add that i wonder wheather i am sinking into useless words and contructs, unstructured mental patterns, zero comprehensability. or is it just a bridge to better thought. i wish i was able to talk coherent, structured and meaningful
and for no particular reason
i stop here
posted by lev at 6:36 AM
1 Comments:
Did you need to check your Karma check counter for today? You think it will make yours a happy life? Are you going to continue doing this for the rest of your life? Are you really that selfish? Do you think the world, this world, will be affected by your going, or your coming of age? Wake Up to the world beyond hindsight. Its stark and beautiful and indifferent.
An old friend.
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